AN: First and only diclaimer

He glanced at the sky, and desperately sighed. He mutters, "Come on Trunks..."

He faintly growls, he has been having dreams... They are not like anything he has ever felt... He is soaring! But other times, he painfully dies. A blast of magic destroying his entire body, or some green alieny bug creature ripping his heart out. It is like he has lived them before. But that can't be true, everyone would think he was crazy if he talked about aliens. Or even him levitating! 'I guess you are going crazy.'

He storms down the street towards his old run down apartment. He has a very small paying job, he is a manger of a fast food restaurant. He has tried to get a better job, but with only a high school diploma he had to work his way to where he is now. He bites his tongue, he can't think of her now.

He slams his door. Throws his things down on his ratty tearing couch. It is multicolored as if many pieces of seperate fabric have been hastily sewed on to keep the whole thing together. He almost had enough to buy a new one, but then his shit car had to go and break down.

He huffs, why did she have to leave him to this hell hole? If she would of just survived then he would of had a college degree by now. But no, she had to go and get colon cancer. Now he is left motherless. He never knew his father, he went off to war when he was little and never came home. It is like he wanted to die! 'Why did they die! He wouldn't feel this pain if they lived! He could have a life! He could possibly not have these dreams! He could stop being so insane! He could stop seeing his counselor! He could have a normal life. His future kids could have two sets of grandparents! I could have all of these things. But this is not the life chosen for me.'

He lays face down on his bed, and breaks down into sobs. This is how his days normally went. He would come home from work, and explode into sobs. His mother only died about a month ago, today marked June 17th. His mother died on May 12th. But to him it felt like yesterday. His female coworkers, and a few customers have checked him out quite regularly. But he was so rude and had a sour aura around him that they never went further. They are telling themselves that he would notice them after his depression. But he couldn't forget the fact that his only family, the only one who loved him, was gone. He never knew any of his other family members, they never cared about him. He was just that strange kid.

He awoke the next morning, he didn't know his if his off days were any better than this work days. He sees them as worse, he normally just sits in a tight ball on his couch, watching Her favorite chick flicks. Not to mention crying whenever he would see parts that she would cry at. Like the Notebook, when the main chick and her love got together.

His body shutters. He just reflected back on his dream of the night. Only this time, it wasn't him dying, or even him doing magic tricks. This time it was with a young boy, and a slightly older girl. But strangely she claimed to be the boy's granddaughter. This seems so strange to him. But in the dream he was so happy. He had just seen his mother, and even a new version of his best friend! He looked around at his two comrades, they were interesting to say the least. The boy had a tail, and all three of them could fly. He had a few fun adventures looking for orange spheres, but he woke up. But today Trunks felt it was going to be a better day. He was surprising happy.

So he drags himself off his bed, sluggishly dresses himself, and calls his best, and only friend. "Hey Goten you up to take a walk? Maybe grab a few hot dogs?"

Goten groggily replies, "Hey man, I'm glad your feeling better today, but can it wait a few hours? It's six in the morning."
Trunks just grunts in response.
Goten sighed, "I guess, meet me at the park in 30 minutes."
Trunks shrugs on his beige coat and walks, he was lively. The part was about a 10 minute walk, and today he was feeling it.

He got there at 6:20 he walked at a detour to add time to his brisk walk. He didn't want to rush himself just in case his temporary happiness wore off. By the time he got there the birds were tweeting and the flowers waved their heads at him. It really was a pretty park. He decided to sit on one of the only benches, leaning his head back relaxing he feel paper crumple. Startled he jumps up. 'Shit, that wasn't expected.' He unfolds the slightly yellowed, dampened paper. It reads-

Dear Trunks, I'm sorry to just jump in on your happy day, but I have somethings to tell you. I know about your mother. I'm sorry about that. I also know about your 'vivid' dreams. I'm only going to reveal small amounts of information. Mainly giving you more questions. You may be wondering how this paper got here before you leaned back. Well, I'll tell you in due time. For now, your not crazy. I may sound crazy, but you have lived those dreams. There is a whiplash effect. All of your 'selves' are experiencing these types of these things. I will explain more soon.

-Your Unlikely Guardian,

V

He stared in shock. Lived the dreams? How do you know about my mother? Other selves? Several questions flew through his mind. Who is this? He panics, he crumples the paper and quickly puts it in his pocket, Goten should arrive soon.

AN: Okay, in case you haven't noticed, all of the saiyans, or hybrids, are human. You will see why later.